commiseration, and a discourse by dear
Mr. Whitfield, which would comfort him in his present (alas! she feared
not undeserved) calamity. She added profuse references to particular
Scriptural chapters which would do him good. If she might speak of
things worldly, she said, at such a moment, she would hint to Mr.
Warrington that his epistolary orthography was anything but correct. She
would not fail for her part to comply with his express desire that his
dear cousins should know nothing of this most painful circumstance,
and with every wish for his welfare here and elsewhere, she subscribed
herself his loving aunt, MARGARET WARRINGTON.

Poor Harry hid his face between his hands, and sate for a while with
elbows on the greasy table blankly staring into the candle before him.
The bailiff's servant, who was touched by his handsome face, suggested a
mug of beer for his honour, but Harry could not drink, nor eat the meat
that was placed before him. Gumbo, however, could, whose grief did not
deprive him of appetite, and who, blubbering the while, finished all
the beer, and all the bread and the meat. Meanwhile, Harry had finished
another letter, with which Gumbo was commissioned to start again, and
away the faithful creature ran upon his errand.

Gumbo ran as far as White's Club, to which house he was ordered in the
first instance to carry the letter, and where he found the person
to whom it was addressed. Even the prisoner, for whom time passed so
slowly, was surprised at the celerity with which his negro had performed
his errand.

At least the letter which Harry expected had not taken long to write.
"My lord wrote it at the hall-porter's desk, while I stood there then
with Mr Mr. Morris," said Gumbo, and the letter was to this effect:--

"DEAR SIR--I am sorry I cannot comply with your wish, I'm short of
money at present, having paid large sums to you as well as to other
gentlemen.--Yours obediently, MARCH AND R.

"Henry Warrington, Esq."

"Did Lord March say anything?" asked Mr. Warrington looking very pale.

"He say it was the coolest thing he ever knew. So did Mr. Morris. He
showed him your letter, Master Harry. Yes, Mr. Morris say, 'Dam his
imperence!'" added Gumbo.

Harry burst into such a yell of laughter that his landlord thought he
had good news, and ran in in alarm lest he was about to lose his tenant.
But by this time poor Harry's laughter was over, and he was flung down
in his chair gazing dismally in t